blkwings | I: PRISMATICA APRIL EVENT CATCH-ALL

[ The wolf-mother and child are frozen where they are, unable to move due to fear. Samatoki just happens to be at the other end of the scene when he sees what's happening. He pulls one of the stop signs on the ground (metal pole included) and hurls it straight at the Cerberus, pointed tip first. It makes contact, and the monster thrashes in pain. Unfortunately, as it does that, the sign falls from its skin. This alls happens just as Gladiolus summons his sword.

There's blood that oozes out of the creature's body that paints the street brown and red, but that's the least of Samatoki's concern. He lifts both the kid and the mother despite his scrawny body, then looks at Gladio, who seems to be strong enough to carry at least one of them. Samatoki's strength comes from the wolf ears and the fluffy wolf tail, both in white, but perhaps if he were angry enough, he could easily Hulk Out, anyway... ]

Think you could kill that thing with what you got?

[ Samatoki's weapon can't exactly work against creatures like this, or so he thinks, anyway. ]

[Shit. How the hell did such a skinny guy manage that? Gladio, being only a few days into his new surroundings, was pretty surprised by that. He glances to the man on the other side of the monster, between the Cerberus' frantically moving, shifting legs as it writhes in pain, his eyes widened just slightly, but soon returning to the creature.

He'd taken down more than a few demons in his time. This thing? It wasn't even half as frightening as the Cerberuses from his world. But hell, the help's not exactly something unwanted, or unneeded. This still sure as hell wasn't going to be a walk in the park, and the presence of the two civilians isn't going to make it any easier.]

Damn sure.

[He states, as he takes advantage of the creature's writing to swing the slab of steel at his back toward one of the thing's legs, his entire bodyweight thrown into it.]

[ Samatoki's usual anger does give him more energy and strength. It's the adrenaline. He wouldn't be able to lift a stop sign on a normal day, though. Thank you, moonblessings! ]

I'll be back! [ Just in case Gladio needs backup and all. (Samatoki can't exactly fight, but he does have his Hypnosis Mic with him. Those creatures used to be Prismals, so they should have a nervous system in tact... Even if they don't, Samatoki would try to fight with his words, anyway.

For now, he rushes to look for a safe place for the kid and the mother in his arms. He rushes back to the scene about three minutes later! ]

Gotcha!

[The strike to the creature's foreleg is strong enough to cleave through skin, flesh and bone- and even Gladio's surprised by that one. He'd always been strong, sure. But that's a freakish level of strong. He was still new here- is own moonblessing took him by just as much surprise as Samatoki's. The creature slumps down, incapacitated, but still a danger.

Especially as its heads are still thrashing around, and cutting through its leg only served to piss it off.

When Samatoki returns, he'll find the leg still splurting blood- and Gladio backed up significantly- but still alive.]

Shit. That looks like a mess.

[ The leg, he means, as well as the blood that's everywhere, now. But at least Gladio did a good job of holding up. It looks like he can take care of the cerberus on his own. At least, that's what Samatoki seems to think. ]

You alright? [ He then looks around for more things to throw. That might be better than using his microphone for now. ] It looks pretty pissed at you!

[A loud grunt is Samatoki's only response to that. A mess was one way of putting it. But that's nothing compared to the mess that comes from the stump- the Cerberus is hobbling around now, the best it can on three legs, and the stump is bleeding everywhere. That's the least of his concern though- his concern is making sure his head doesn't get bitten off by the thrashing heads.

It lunges forward, and he has to use his sword as the sheet of sharpened metal it is, as a barrier between one head and his own. There's a flash of blue light, and he manages to bounce the head away with a tall shield, seemingly materializing from thin air. It collects itself and lunges for him again- causing him to utter a low curse.

Barely hanging on was probably the best way to put it, yeah.]

[ The whole materialising thing is pretty fucking amazing. Samatoki's impressed, and he would say so if they weren't in the middle of trying to not die.

Samatoki's aggressive, though, with or without the help of his moonblessings. With nothing that he can lift and throw at the creature (the Prismal? To him, it's already a monster), he brings out a dynamic microphone from his pocket. It's not the same as materialising his weapon, but it changes form to a retro mic with a long tripod stand. What appears over their heads is a set of large speakers with a skull and a pair of boney hands coming out of what looks like a coffin in the middle.

Then... there's hip-hop music, soft at first, but it's definitely getting louder. Please don't be weirded out by this, Gladio. ]

I got this. Keep it distracted if you can.

[Sorry Samatoki, he's weirded out. Highly weirded out. Between trying to not die, of course. He'd seen some shit in his time, that was true enough- but nothing like the coffin-shaped speakers, and nothing like the hands that crept out at first, then started to advance.

He glances at the white-haired man between deflecting all three heads - cycling between available weapons to conjure and dismiss weapons with agility just as obvious as his strength.

One moment he's holding a greatsword and a tower shield to deflect away one snapping head, the next there's the sound of something breaking- both weapons seemingly shattering into crystalline fragments that litter the floor and glisten before disappearing. Then he's holding two kite shields- raining down blows on another head as it snaps upward. There's another crash of something- another piercing blue light, and he's driving a great katana into the mouth of another.

But however much he cycles, he's losing ground.]

Hey, hurry it up, yeah?!

I got it!

[ Don't leave him to fend for himself, Gladio... Samatoki's very rough around the edges but he considers them to be working together right now. That's very important!

What's also important is Samatoki finding the right entrance for his verse. Once he does, he begins to spit some rhymes. ]

They think I'm in trouble with the law
Double my hours but I'll be free tomorrow
Three heads, killing birds with one stone
Behind bars is where you'll go home

[ When he stops, there's the sound of feedback. The soundwaves mess with his target's physical state, as if words could literally cut through fur and skin like a large blade. Blood spills from the cerberus' front legs, rendering it still, legs wobbly. A loud roar echoes in the air, but it's fortunate it can't move its legs much because they'd be slapped to the nearby wall by now otherwise. ]

[Honestly, throughout the entirety of his military career, he thought he'd seen it all. He's seen stuff like magical glowing weapons, old dead guys magical glowing weapons, robots, deathrobots, tankrobots, tankdeathrobots...

...But yeah. This was entirely different. When Samatoki starts his verse, he's ready to yell out something about not screwing around, but it's obvious that the creature is suffering. It's entirely and completely incapacitated by the sound of his voice.

He takes advantage of the creature's paralysis to cleave his greatsword upward into- and out of its chest. There's another loud yelp- and then the thing's eyes go dark. It crumples on the floor, and he dismisses his weapon- exhaling deeply.]

...Sweet moves.
Whatever the Hell that was, thanks.

I could probably punch the thing, but it could eat my hand, too.

[ Samatoki lets out a satisfied chuckle. Heh, he seems pretty proud of himself! With the creature down, he thinks the two of them did a plenty good job. ]

Fancy sword.

[ His microphone changes back to a regular dynamic one before he keeps it back in his pocket. There's a bit of blood on his pants, but he'll take care of that later. ]

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